"Happy Days" part 8
Author's Note: Thanks everyone for the feedback. I yearn for it and love it and appreciate it.etc( I meant to update last weekend, but I'm gonna use the famous words and say something came up. I'm not lying either. Something really did come up. I hope ya'll have a super Labor Day weekend.and for the record and my satisfaction I'm gonna tell ya'll that today is birthday. I'm not lying either. It really is.
Michael was dumbfounded. This bouncy, peppy girl who was completely gorgeous and totally out of his league was asking for his help. Sure it was because a teacher told her he'd be the guy to help (him.as in Michael Geurin?!) He couldn't help but smile. This was amazing. He paused for a second. Nothing amazing ever happened to him. This was too surreal. Should he be cautious? I mean just because she said Mr. Callaway said he could help, didn't mean that the teacher actually said that. Infact the more he thought about it, the more unlikely it seemed. Maybe she was just trying to mess with him. Why couldn't these rich, preppy snobs stop bothering the 'poor pathetic' people of the school? Why? He remembered that she was standing there waiting for an answer. Remembering this caused him to frown. "What do you need help with?" He barked at her trying not to look he cared though in reality he cared. He cared a lot. Maria was really nervous. She could tell this guy didn't want her there and to be honest she didn't want to be there. She really needed help though, and if wanted to go to the party this weekend, she had to get help. There was no way her mother would let her out of the house without the problem resolved. She breathed some fresh air hoping to look calm and slightly intimidating. "I need some help with my calculus. Mr. Callaway said that you're really good with it though you don't apply yourself," she laughed. "I could really use the help, and I'm willing to pay you."
Kyle Valenti stuffed his beat up notebook into his cheap looking backpack and started to walk down the hall to find Michael. There was only ten minutes left of lunch, but he figured he would try to find him anyway. As he turned the corner that lead to the main entrance, he spotted a girl decked out in a cheerleading uniform. She was talking to her friend and seemed rather excited because her blonde curls kept bouncing. Kyle chuckled quietly to himself. She looked really cute, but it was unlikely that she would even glance at him. He sighed. Life was so unfair! To his astonishment she turned around and called his name. He instantly stopped. "Ya?" He asked trying not to look too flustered. "I'm Tess Harding," she explained. Kyle held his hand out to shake hers but she glared at him and continued talking. He shuddered. It was as if she was afraid she would get infected if she came into any contact with his body. "And?" He asked suddenly impatient and irritated. "We're supposed to work on the mural together.you know for art?" He nodded but didn't reply. She didn't seem to notice. "Anyway I thought we should get together at five this afternoon to prepare for it. I have cheer practice till then." He didn't say anything, but she didn't seem to care. She had turned her back on him and was talking to her friend yet again. Afew minutes later Tess turned back around and glared. "Bye!" She told him hinting that it was time for him to leave.
Author's Note: Thanks everyone for the feedback. I yearn for it and love it and appreciate it.etc( I meant to update last weekend, but I'm gonna use the famous words and say something came up. I'm not lying either. Something really did come up. I hope ya'll have a super Labor Day weekend.and for the record and my satisfaction I'm gonna tell ya'll that today is birthday. I'm not lying either. It really is.
Michael was dumbfounded. This bouncy, peppy girl who was completely gorgeous and totally out of his league was asking for his help. Sure it was because a teacher told her he'd be the guy to help (him.as in Michael Geurin?!) He couldn't help but smile. This was amazing. He paused for a second. Nothing amazing ever happened to him. This was too surreal. Should he be cautious? I mean just because she said Mr. Callaway said he could help, didn't mean that the teacher actually said that. Infact the more he thought about it, the more unlikely it seemed. Maybe she was just trying to mess with him. Why couldn't these rich, preppy snobs stop bothering the 'poor pathetic' people of the school? Why? He remembered that she was standing there waiting for an answer. Remembering this caused him to frown. "What do you need help with?" He barked at her trying not to look he cared though in reality he cared. He cared a lot. Maria was really nervous. She could tell this guy didn't want her there and to be honest she didn't want to be there. She really needed help though, and if wanted to go to the party this weekend, she had to get help. There was no way her mother would let her out of the house without the problem resolved. She breathed some fresh air hoping to look calm and slightly intimidating. "I need some help with my calculus. Mr. Callaway said that you're really good with it though you don't apply yourself," she laughed. "I could really use the help, and I'm willing to pay you."
Kyle Valenti stuffed his beat up notebook into his cheap looking backpack and started to walk down the hall to find Michael. There was only ten minutes left of lunch, but he figured he would try to find him anyway. As he turned the corner that lead to the main entrance, he spotted a girl decked out in a cheerleading uniform. She was talking to her friend and seemed rather excited because her blonde curls kept bouncing. Kyle chuckled quietly to himself. She looked really cute, but it was unlikely that she would even glance at him. He sighed. Life was so unfair! To his astonishment she turned around and called his name. He instantly stopped. "Ya?" He asked trying not to look too flustered. "I'm Tess Harding," she explained. Kyle held his hand out to shake hers but she glared at him and continued talking. He shuddered. It was as if she was afraid she would get infected if she came into any contact with his body. "And?" He asked suddenly impatient and irritated. "We're supposed to work on the mural together.you know for art?" He nodded but didn't reply. She didn't seem to notice. "Anyway I thought we should get together at five this afternoon to prepare for it. I have cheer practice till then." He didn't say anything, but she didn't seem to care. She had turned her back on him and was talking to her friend yet again. Afew minutes later Tess turned back around and glared. "Bye!" She told him hinting that it was time for him to leave.